Game Tycoon Reborn

Soon, under the dissuasion of the Liufang staff, more and more high school students were pulled away by familiar adults and left the opposing team.

After all, they are all from the same factory, who doesn't know who?And those adults are still complacent, thinking that they have done a big favor to their acquaintances and children, and let them get out of the gang fight that is about to break out.

Seeing that the number of people around Fat Dun is getting smaller and smaller, from five or sixty people at the beginning to less than ten people now.

But at this moment, a shrill whistle sounded from the other end of the road.

One after the other, a total of three agricultural trucks crossed the middle of the road recklessly. Each small truck was packed with at least a dozen people.

These people jumped out of the truck one after another, some with farm tools on their shoulders, and some with wooden sticks in their hands, cursing and swearing, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Following the three big trucks, there were also seven or eight small tricycles that came after hearing the news. They stopped on the side of the road one after another, and a large number of people got out of the tricycles.

When Liufang's workers saw this situation, they were frightened and hurriedly dragged away the familiar children.

It is estimated that all the young and strong people in the nearby villages came. This is a tradition of fighting in the countryside. As long as someone instigates it, all the people from the whole village will come. The scene is very scary.

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Chapter 135 Playing God and Playing Ghosts

Seeing that the people on the opposite side gathered more and more, almost the whole street was surrounded, and the black mass was full of human heads.

At this moment, there are seven people left beside Pang Dun. They all played with Liu Yi in the past, and they are brothers with Pang Dun through life and death. side.

And they all know very well that this is a battle between Liufang No. [-] Middle School and the village gangsters. If this battle is lost, Liufang people will not be able to hold their heads up in the future. I don't know how many students will be bullied by the village gangsters again. Bully.

Looking at the dark crowd on the opposite side, Fat Dun couldn't help but look down at the knife sharpening stick in his hand, and couldn't help grinning. He was probably thinking that it would be great if he just carried a butcher's knife.

There were more and more villagers, and even some village children who were studying in Liufang High School also joined the team, and they aggressively surrounded Fat Dun and the others in the road.

The old village ruffian who opened the game hall shouted triumphantly: "What's the matter? Wasn't there a lot of people just now? Now all of you in Liufang are scared?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in Liufang who watched the commotion all around had the urge to be angry and dare not speak out.

"After a long time, there are only a few people? I want to see, who dares to stand up and help you?"

"Who else? Who dares! Whoever has the guts to stand up!" The old village ruffian shouted repeatedly with his hands on his hips.

He just wanted to take this rare opportunity to re-establish the banner in Liufang, and let them know that he is not a vegetarian in front of all Liufang people!

Among the villagers who heard the news, many people didn't know what happened. They just heard that the people in the village had started fighting with the people on Liufang Street, and they needed help, so they all came here at once. .

Unexpectedly, there was no so-called big battle scene, and there were only eight iron-headed boys who looked like high school students on the opposite side.

Fat Dun's eyes were gloomy, and he stared indifferently at the old village ruffian who yelled the loudest.

Of the seven companions standing behind him, four were in the third grade and three were in the second grade. They never expected to be involved in such a huge scene, and the number of people on the opposite side was N times theirs. More than ten hit one.

It is no exaggeration to say that each of these seven high school students looked ashamed, and they didn't know if they could get over this hurdle today.

He clenched his fists, intending to fight the opponent to the death.

At this critical moment when the tension was about to explode, a very discordant voice suddenly came from the street.

"Me! I'm with them! I'm standing here today, no matter how many of you come!"

The voice was clear and pleasant, and everyone on the street could hear it clearly.

At this most sensitive moment, someone would stand by Fatty and the others without fear of death?And also uttered wild words, speaking so arrogantly?

Everyone couldn't help turning their eyes to the direction where the voice came from.

Everyone saw a handsome high school student, holding a bottle of VV Soybean Milk in his hand, with a plastic straw in his mouth, smiling brightly, as if he didn't care about the huge scene in front of him.

"Lu Menglin?"

"It's Lu Menglin!"

"Why is he here? Do you dare to jump out at this time, don't you want to live!" All the high school students who were still brave enough to stay in the surrounding streets recognized this guy in front of them, it was him!Lu Menglin.

When Fat Dun heard Lu Menglin's voice, he first raised his head in surprise, and then looked at Lu Menglin who walked over like a leisurely stroll, and couldn't help but be infected by his smile, and grinned widely.

The village ruffians on the opposite side all heard Lu Menglin's bold words and saw him calmly pacing over.

Maybe it was because he was too calm, the people on the opposite side didn't start shouting and beating, but many of them stared at him suspiciously.

"Who is that person?"

"He has such a big tone! Does he have any big backing?"

"That child is not simple, don't act rashly, let's figure it out."

For a while, Lu Menglin's appearance caused a slight commotion on the opposite side of the village ruffian camp.

In fact, just as Fat Dun guessed, it is not easy to fight when there are too many people.

The old village ruffian who opened the game hall frowned and looked carefully for a while, and then asked sharply: "Who the hell are you? Which crotch didn't close tightly, and let you out, little brat?"

Lu Menglin glanced at him condescendingly, without saying anything, raised the soy milk bottle in his hand to his chest, and then waved his right palm lightly.

boom!This glass soy milk bottle was broken in the palm of the hand, and cut in two from the middle, the incision was as smooth as a sharp knife.

This action is as fast as lightning, but

All the village ruffians on the opposite side were dumbfounded.

The first reaction in many people's hearts is, be good!This kid has kung fu!In their opinion, being able to cut open a soy milk bottle with one palm is not much different from the kind of martial arts master in the movie who can injure people by picking flowers and flying leaves.

Pang Dun and the others were behind Lu Menglin, and they were all dumbfounded.

Especially the seven buddies of Pang Dun, they all knew that Pang Dun had always called Lu Menglin Brother Lu, and they thought that Pang Dun was born loyal and loyal, and they only did so on Liu Yi's orders.

Now that he saw this shocking scene, he suddenly realized that the fat guy is not stupid at all. After doing this for a long time, this Lu Menglin turned out to be a hidden super master!

After Lu Menglin performed this waving knife to break the bottle, his eyes were full of coercion, and he swept across the audience again.

The village ruffians on the opposite side were a little afraid to look at him. Those who he looked at turned their eyes to one side, for fear of being stared at by him.

Even if there are a lot of people in the village, they can't hold back the one who has kung fu!If he were to stare at him, whose neck would be as hard as that glass bottle!That's no joke.

"With all due respect, you people are rubbish in front of my Nine Ranks Dou Qi Xiantian Art! All of them are rubbish!" Lu Menglin stared straight ahead proudly, with an attitude of not being surprised and endlessly dying.

"Nine-turn Dou Qi Xiantian Art?" Many people fell into brief contemplation after hearing this domineering name.

In [-], the qigong craze had not subsided. There were various qigong organizations all over the country, and those so-called qigong masters were much more powerful than Lu Menglin.

There are so many mysteries about sending power to support satellites, using energy to help put out forest fires, and transmitting sound across thousands of miles.